2 poems

by horace p sternwall

pictures by rhoda penmarq

the ice cream man a million jobs and it's just my luck mine was not to drive an ice cream truck but to sit all day behind a desk dealing with the mad and the grotesque but o how much more satisfying in the soft twilight as day is dying to bring smiles to children and take their pennies joy in their lives they hardly had any until they hear the longed for bell announcing that now - now all is well as they stuff their metabolisms with slush over the world there falls a hush o wise men in your chambers and courts with your investigations and reports will you deny the occasional spark that lights this universe so dark? i'll never tell many strange dreams i tried to weave into what i really believe but something always broke the spell so now - i'll never tell